Poetry: "An Attenuation of Vapors" by Jesse Miksic




Filled up with sun

and the waning day,

a pink and

robin’s egg doctrine

of dissociating clouds,


A half moon

like a child’s breath

on a sleepy eye

(another cold morning).


The vacuum

is the passing hours,

and nature abhors

the way desire reaches

for an aftertaste –


One hand open

in the tall grass,

a diffusion gifted

to the gloaming,


The excess, the

comforting ruin,


This drawn thing,

the first

and final

breath.






Jesse Miksic is a graphic designer and writer living in the suburbs of Philadelphia. He spends his life writing poetry, waiting patiently for nightfall, and having adventures with his wonderful wife and two children. Recent placements include Green Ink Poetry, Pink Plastic House, Moist Poetry, and Roi Fainéant Literary Press. His work and musings can be found at @miksimum on Twitter and Instagram, or at www.miksimum.com